It is almost 1.5 months, I have shifted from my old room to a new room in my college hostel. That time, I had to share a room with my other classmates, but this time I am all alone to live in a room, No one to share with me. Actually, it means a great loneliness when someone passes his most of the times without having conversations, chitchat, gossips and building castles in the sky. My old roommates were full of lives and energies. We three always giggled, danced and enjoyed our time by doing meaningless mockery of either our teachers or girl classmates. We talked useless and at the same time we shared odd thoughts about the girls anatomy. Yes, most of the times, we conversed ill and erotic about the girls with great portion of humor. And, you that it is the obvious part of any boyish discussion. 😛
Music was an inseparable part of that time when we rocked together whether in any situation. Rifat, my friend was a amateur newbie guitarist who was a great passionate about learning guitar and When his mood was on, he started singing himself and we all made the atmosphere more musical by flattering him. He sang well maximum time, but sometimes his singing was out of the box and made noises more than music. (Rifat, sorry man! I never told you that. 😛 ). His comedy and comical time was also a part of our mad days. We did mockery always and he was great in mocking the teachers style of dialoguing. In this lifetime, I will never forget his fabulous huckster acting which was more than perfect in comparison to a real life huckster. Sometimes, I also sang songs, but god forbid, those were the ugliest songs of the world. I know, my voice is too bad to proclaim any song in my voice. We three roommates also danced and made fun of the others. That was incredible. Faisal, my another ex-roommate is also a funny bone man who can make laugh anyone anytime anywhere. But, the most irritating fact is, he is talking bird who always chirps like hell. if you give him any topic, he can easily make a 3 hours long speech on that topic without thinking or brainstorming. We friends even now make fun on it and love to see his embarrassed face.
The time was going itself and everything was okay. But, life has its own turn. Situations do not always support the environment and at the end of the day, man changes without any notice. Some incidences made me think twice to stay in there. We know, there are ups and downs is everywhere, but some downs are totally irreversible and that influence to make hard decisions against the will of the mind. But, at the end of the day, I miss those sweet days, or times of hanging out, singing, dancing and acting. Miss you, fellas! 🙂
And I know that this article is the what which can describe my every thoughts about religion and spirituality. The so called religions are failed to cater my spirituality and at this phase, i know that all are made by minds.
“I’m spiritual, not religious”
I wish I had a back massage for every time I’ve heard this line. What gets me most is the presupposition it stems from, that “spiritual” is the assumed equivalent of “good” and “religious” is the assumed equivalent of “evil.” Who made up this language game?
Honestly, who decided that “spiritual” was a term that would be used to contradict religion and as evidence of personal enlightenment, without further ado. And does anyone using the phrase ever stop to think what they actually mean by it? I think what is usually meant is that religion is man-made tradition whereas spiritual is a phenomenon that happens on a personal level, free from all “man-madeness” and tradition, and thus… true?
My experience has been exactly opposite. I spent the first 20 years of my journey in Christianity believing that I was spiritual and not religious and have come…
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